Chapter 561: When fear spreads deep inside

"You... what do you want?"
"How do I want?" Mo Mengchen thought for a moment, as if he suddenly thought of what was going on, he said, "It's better than that, I ask you to raise your hands high, end this performance, and rule the fourth like a normal referee. At the festival, I promise, you will be caught in rumors, but you will not be severely punished."
Before the arrival of the fourth quarter, there are a few minutes for McKinlan to consider.
He has already achieved this point, and Alan will not be dissatisfied.
He has to think about his future.
The career of a referee is very long. He is only 54 years old. He cannot commit his career because of a game. Therefore, he decided to accept Mo Mengchen's conditions.
Normal blows? no problem.
He said to himself in his heart.
Beginning in the fourth quarter, 78 to 69.
The strong McKinley allowed the Blazers to reverse the Pistons in the third quarter and they had a 9-point lead.
The game is about to enter the final quarter, they are full of confidence, because there are referees, and they are strong enough.
The Pistons' starter, led by Mo Mengchen, had at least three fouls.
Key figures Rashid and Hill both committed four offences. In the third quarter Wallace only played in the last few minutes. The Pistons protected him well. He still only fouled three times.
However, as long as the referee takes care of it, how long can three fouls last?
No one was ashamed that the referee favored himself.
They are professional players, playing professional games. Since they are professional, it shows that various interests are involved, and the referee is a factor that has to be considered.
Every player wants to be favored by the referee.
In the fourth quarter, the Blazers kicked off first.
"If the referee is still standing like the third quarter, this game will soon lose its suspense."
Before the Blazers attacked, Bill Walton couldn't help but speak.
Stoudemire dribbled to the frontcourt and smiled at Mo Mengchen: "Dare you dare to defend hard? I'm looking forward to it, don't you like to pressure the most?"
"This is what you said."
The next second, Mo Mengchen stepped on Stoudemire's body, and the little squirrel was about to react. Mo Mengchen hit his waist with an elbow, and snatched the ball fiercely.
Stoudemire was shocked that if it was changed to the third quarter, Mo Mengchen had been blown two fouls.
He didn't know what happened. The next second, Sprewell fouled Momonchen.
Mo Mengchen gently pushed away Sprewell-a full provocation-he slowly walked out of bounds, ready to pick up the ball.
Stoudemire felt anxious.
The referee put away his helping hand.
Mo Mengchen served the ball to Hill, and Hill passed the ball back to Mo Mengchen.
Sprewell pressed hard in the frontcourt. He dared to say the tough words: "Even without the help of the referee, we can beat you!"
"Your skinny dogs with vested interests are really thick-skinned to say this." Mo Mengchen said mockingly, looking at Mike Dunleavy at the far end.
The next game is dedicated to you, Coach Dunleavy.
From the first game to the present, Mo Mengchen has always behaved as if he cannot fully fire under Sprewell's defense.
In addition to his teammates, the world believes that Sprewell's defense has changed his offensive mode.
Almost, now.
After winning this game, you can defeat your opponent!
The match point of 3 to 1 ushered in a shameless black whistle turnaround.
Mo Mengchen lowered his center of gravity and said to Sprewell: "Look at my left hand, skin dog!"
When the voice fell, Mo Mengchen changed hands under the crotch, his left hand burst up, the speed was so staggering, safety was not like the starting speed of the weak side, Sprewell wanted to wrap up by speed, but when Mo Mengchen left hand Holding the ball to advance, increasing the speed, he was stunned.
"Dor.Mo is so fast!"
Wharton called out.
The arrow of death stabs forward, and Mo Mengchen throws Sprewell away from three positions, accelerates the dribble to the frontcourt, pulls up to find no rhythm, moves his finger, and makes a three-point shot.
71 to 78
Mo Mengchen looked at Dunleavy who didn't know what was happening, put his right hand on the neck of the carotid artery, and struck with a murderous face.
Somehow, Dunleavy took a step back.
The audience was crazy, and Mo Mengchen dared to be so provocative.
This is their home field!
"Bash him!"
The audience roared and asked Stoudemire to attack with the ball.
"Have you heard? Let you beat me!" Mo Mengchen reminded the flying squirrel.
How could Stoudemire really listen to the audience? He couldn't understand the situation now. The referee didn't know why he suddenly stopped, and now they have to use their own power to defeat their opponents.
This is certainly not impossible, but suddenly...
"hit!"
"hit!"
"Destroy the Dor.Mo!"
The audience roared with blood.
Stoudemire called the pick-and-roll to break through, and Rashid stepped forward in harmony with Mormon.
Surrounded by the two, Stoudemire, 180 centimeters, could not see anyone at all. In an instant, Mo Mengchen struck him again with a foul, causing him to lose his weight.
"Steal again!"
"That's a foul!" Stoudemire shouted at McKinlan standing next to him.
McKinley had run to the frontcourt, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he was obviously going to impose the penalty normally, but now it was as if he was on the piston side.
Mo Mengchen did foul just now, he didn't dare to whistle.
In two consecutive rounds, he watched Mo Mengchen steal foul Stoudemire and then completed the counterattack.
73 to 78
Mo Mengchen made a gesture to the audience, "Shut up!"
The audience hated Mo Menchen and the roar of the audience. They just wanted the Blazers to find someone to beat Mo Menchen.
"What else can you do without the help of the referee?" Mo Mengchen asked quietly near Stoudemire.
"Don't you let the referee do you a favor?" Stoudemire asked out of control.
Mo Mengchen smiled with pride: "That's my skill, but you can't have a referee, what can you do?"
After all, Mo Mengchen's defense made Stoudemire difficult to attack, he could only pass the ball out.
Weber took the ball on his back, rolled over and shot the Blazers' first goal in the fourth quarter.
80 to 73
Sprewell did not believe in evil, and continued to press Mo Mengchen in the frontcourt.
"I want to shake your center of gravity with a change of direction, and then throw away your abominable skinny dog!"
Mo Mengchen said bitterly, it seemed that the step for acceleration was still on the way, and Sprewell's center of gravity was shaken.
Mo Mengchen changed hands to dribble, set aside space, lowered his body, and dribble at full speed.
Once again, he threw away Sprewell!
"Who would have thought that Latril's pressing in the frontcourt had no effect at all!"
In the same position, Mo Mengchen made a three-point stop in the frontcourt again.
Hit again!
76 to 80
The ball stopped the game.
Dunleavy requested a suspension.
He told Sprewell during the timeout: "Enough! Don't press the frontcourt! We're fooled!"
Sprewell was unwilling, he still didn't think he couldn't resist, but Dunleavy dared not let him try again.
So far, Mo Mengchen has arranged all of the Pistons' offenses.
And he continues.
The Blazers' inside line stopped the team's bleeding, and Sabonis hit a hook from the back.
82 to 76
"It seems they already know what's going on."
Seeing Sprewell back in the backcourt, Hill smiled and said that he thought Mo Mengchen was going to close.
"No," Mo Mengchen shook his head. "They don't know very well, what the is going on."
Hill stared at him closely: "Do you want to?"
"You stand by and watch."
Mo Mengchen dribble forward, not fast, as if ready to stop the attack.
In six seconds, he slowly dribble the ball through the half, three meters away from Sprewell, his teammates pulled out.
Not good!
Sprewell didn't mean to stop Mormon Chen.
Three meters away from Sprewell, Mo Mengchen started directly, and the horrible speed shocked the audience. The madman who was completely stable on the outside line, because the reaction did not keep up, was just given by him.
"what happened?"
Mo Mengchen scored the layup, knocking him over when Sabonis was fully established and layup.
The referee whistle.
This should be an offensive foul!
McKinley hasn't made any gestures yet, and hasn't made a conclusion yet.
Mo Mengchen looked at him deadly.
Mckinren made a defensive foul gesture.
"This is definitely an offensive foul!" Weber wanted to argue.
"Why? Wouldn't it be possible without the help of the referee?" Mo Mengchen turned and fired at Weber. "I really read you right, you can't stand up to it."
Mo Mengchen turned around and took the free throw line.
Everyone is watching him.
He didn't change his face and hit with a penalty.
Because Sabonis' offensive foul was blown into a defensive foul, the people on the scene forgot how terrible Mo Mengchen only broke through.
Mike Dunleavy did not forget.
He certainly knows what it would mean if Mo Mengchen really had the ability to open up one step past Sprewell.
That means that in the previous three games, he has been playing!
This sinister guy, he deliberately waited until this moment to play!
Mike Dunleavy stared.
That's right, that's it!
He has been waiting for this moment!
"Sinister cunning dog mongrel!" Dunleavy cursed weakly.
Mo Mengchen scored a penalty, 79 to 82, with only 3 points between the two sides.
The penalty was hit, and Mo Mengchen faced the audience again, again the gesture of "shut me up".
No one made a noise this time.
Sprewell was furious, dribbling directly to the frontcourt for a three-pointer.
"Rebound!"
Rashid took the rebound and threw it to Mo Mengchen.
Mo Mengchen accelerates!
"He's so fast!"
"Faster than before!"
"No one can catch up with him!"
"The great Dor.Mo, even in the face of adversity, even in such an unfavorable situation, he still came forward!"
Mo Mengchen rushed to the frontcourt, jumped to the highest level as far as he could, and cut with one hand.
He dragged the basket hard, and all his dissatisfaction and anger, through this, all vented.
His face was full of anger, and he turned around, not speaking of vicious rubbish, just walked past Sprewell.
Sprewell couldn't breathe, and after Mo Mengchen walked away, he gasped.
He squatted down to pick up the ball, but the ball fell again.
His hands were shaking.
The fear deep in his heart made his hands tremble, he picked up the ball again and protected the ball with both hands, and saw Stoudemire~EbookFREE.me~ he sent the ball Go out.
Who knows, this simple pass that even elementary school students can't miss, Stoudemire didn't even receive it.
"Beep!"
"Out of bounds!"
Stoudemire and Sprewell looked at each other at the same time, and they saw the same thing on the other's face.
Confusion, frustration, and deep fear from his eyes.
These are two faces of losers whose standards cannot be more standard.
There are 9 minutes left in the fourth quarter.
Score: 82 to 81.
The Blazers also led by 1 point.
But the Blazers have lost.